I ought to go back to my resume and actually verify this, but I’m pretty sure it’s been a decade since I’ve played a dramatic role in a dramatic play - Queen Gertrude in a gender-bent version of Hamlet in college, directed by my favorite old salt, the recently departed George Poletes. I loved that man. Alright, hang on, a decade?! - that really can’t be true (searching resume) No! Wait! I played the lead in Behind a Mask for Hardcover Theater in (searching internet) 2004. Thank you, internets! So it’s only been half a decade. Phew. And by the way, I loved those plays - period costumes, wooing men in order of societal importance, deception, intrigue - delightful nefariousness!

But to my point: half a decade?! Good lord. That Comedy, she is a jealous mistress. So either I could frame my present production as dusting off an old photograph - a little brittle, a little yellowed; or I could frame this as the whatever-it-is-that-makes-some-wines-awesome-with-age awesomening. The goal is the latter. Regardless of frame, me doing drama = rare bird. So come see.

You’ve two weekends filled with eight performances left. Even a show on Halloween if you’re like me and dress up for a living, so don’t really think much of Halloween and only get in costume if people pay you. Ooooooo.....apocaaaaaalypse......spooooooooky!